Golden leaves

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Feeling safe,
she is walking down
a leaf strewn road
revealed only to the autumn trees
and golden leaves.

Elegant,
she keeps on walking
through the suburban lane
in which one cannot know the end,
nor the beginning.

The blurry shades of the future
ahead of her lightened, 
with warmth of the sun.

The End

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